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It was a sunny day at a local Six Flags Theme Park. It was cool outside, but not so cool that t-shirts weren't an option. While the park goers were having their fun in various different ways, behind the scenes in the management building, certain characters were currently in the middle of a board meeting. The building itself was rather plain and dull compared to the rest of the theme park, and it stood between the park itself, and the various trailers that housed those particular characters.

"Reduced to doing six shows a day at a theme park, how low can I get?" Daffy Duck said aloud as he sat in a chair at a round office table. He was surrounded by the familiar cast of Looney Tunes, at least quite a few of them, characters such as Bugs Bunny, Sylvester the Cat, Foghorn Leghorn, Barnyard Dawg, Speedy Gonzales, Wile E. Coyote, Pepe le Pew, and Elmer Fudd at the front.

Each Looney Tune character wore their proper attire, that is, most of them except Speedy and Elmer had no clothes. Elmer had a fancy tuxedo on him though, as well as a large stack of papers. They sat in the board room of a Six Flags amusement park, and discussed ideas for the upcoming season. Each and every Looney Tunes character also had a proper sex anatomy between his legs. As all of the Looney Tunes in the room were men, each had a cock hidden underneath their fur or feathers, a cock with a set of balls that looked very human. While they looked nude, they could hide their sexual parts quite well. It took some training though. They had to train similar to how sumo wrestlers had to train how to hide theirs, but it was worth it, as they were all very famous thanks to their work. For the time being, all of their sexes were hidden.

"The things we did back on the old cartoons are no longer acceptawble to air because of viowence." Elmer replied. "We've been over this. Unwess you're willing to open up to wule 34, you're going to be doing these shows, or you're going to be out on the stweet." He spoke in his all too familiar voice of not being able to state some words correctly.

"What's rule 34, again?" Daffy asked, with a tilt of his head. He had heard of it a few times before, but it just had a strange name.

"That's when you take out your duck dick out, and wave it around in front of the camera for crumpled dollar bills." Bugs answered. It was hard to tell if he sounded sarcastic about it or not with his tone, and his munching on a carrot.

Daffy immediately turned to Bugs, whom sat right next to him, and raised a finger. "I wasn't asking YOU!"

"Zee Raboot is right, you know." Pepe le Pew said. "Characters such as zee, are quite fam-ous on ze intanet, especially our kind." The skunk's eyes turned from Daffy, over to Vaughn. His casual look turned into one of flirtation in the blink of an eye.

Vaughn sat on the opposite end of the table, and he looked directly back at Pepe le Pew. Vaughn wasn't a Looney Tunes character by any means. He was a fairly average human male, 5'10 in height and with blonde hair, with a six flags uniform on. He wasn't listening to the conversation very much, his eyes were focused on Pepe, with his hands on a love note he discreetly passed to him underneath the table.

"Yes, now, back on twack." Elmer spoke, with a heavy accent on 'track', "I have the next script. Your job is to learn it and live it." A phone rang from Elmer's fancy outfit, and he picked it up. "Hello? What? My stock of gwilled cheese is falling?!" Elmer turned to the crew. "I have to go, emergency. You can all weview the scwipt without me." Elmer rushed out, and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Ever since he got into those stupid stocks, he's been totally different." Daffy reached for the script pile.

"Well unlike a certain duck I know, he made smart choices with his money and got rich enough to buy the theme park." Before Daffy could lay a single feather on the scripts, Bugs snatched the pile away. Bugs then gave various scripts to everyone, except for Daffy.

"Hey, you TOLD me to invest in edible soap, you said it was going to be the next greatest thing!" Daffy glared at Bugs, and snatched one of the two remaining scripts for himself. "You're despicable." He muttered under his breath.

"Let's not get into an argument about who made who lose their money, and let's just read the scripts." In truth, Bugs didn't need to worry too much about money, but he needed entertainment, and a job with Daffy always provided him that.

Everyone at the table took a look at the script each of them were given. The script was fairly standard dancing around on stage with some generic comedy thrown in, it wasn't anything very special.

As Dawg took a look at the script, he let out a scoff. It wasn't anything particularly good he noticed, but there was one thing he pointed out. "At least in these new scripts I don't get slapped by a stupid piece of wood anymore." Dawg spoke casually as he took a look at the script. "Slapstick comedy, pah."

"I say, you like it and you know it." Foghorn replied loudly, with a slap on Dawg's back. "You like that sort of stuff, fetishes and spankin's that is." Foghorn did grab a script, but he hadn't quite opened it yet. Any chance he had to tease Dawg, he just had to take.

"You know how much crap I get? I keep reading online messages about me getting spanked in the ass by a cock." Dawg glared at Foghorn.

"You're the one that lets that kind of stuff get to you." Speedy said, the tiny mouse so small he had to stand on the table, rather than sit in a chair. "You can't let people get to you like that. Why would you bring it up? Is it in the script?" Despite being small and quick, Speedy described himself as being the more reasonable of many of the characters, without a tone of sarcasm to go with it like Bugs often had.

"Well, the script doesh shay that I finally get to catch you and eat you." Sylvester lunged two paws right at Speedy without warning, but the only thing his hands managed to catch, was Speedy's dust, conveniently shaped like Speedy.

The dust that Sylvester held even spoke. "Nice atteempt." before the cloud dissipated. Speedy was now right in front of Foghorn, and read his script with Foghorn. Speedy had gotten used to Sylvester lunging at him at so many of these meetings by now, that he was always ready to just rush away. Every time, the same thing happened. Sylvester lunged, and Speedy left. Yet, the two continued to have the same seats next to each other at the very next meeting, probably because his chair had a ton of books stacked up, so it was obvious as to where Speedy would have to sit.

All of this time, Wile E sat and read his script quietly. There were times when he talked as if he was a genius, but he was far more well known as that silent coyote who tried to catch a roadrunner, so that was what he stuck with. He still hadn't captured that road runner. In fact, the road runner wasn't even in the show with them, he was a simple roadrunner who didn't need much. Wile E was still determined to catch that roadrunner someday though.

"Package for Wile E Coyote." A teenager suddenly spoke up as he appeared right behind Wile E. He held a small crate from Acme out. The teenager had just sort of...appeared behind Wile E, as if he came in from off screen. He didn't even use the door.

Wile E casually turned around and took the box. He couldn't help but grin wickedly as he turned back to the table. He had ordered a special formula, carefully planned. It was supposed to give him unique abilities to aide him. He popped open the box, and pulled out a clear vial with white liquid. He had always tested these formulas, just to make sure they actually did their job. Without a single care about the script, or the rest of the Looney Tunes crew talking about various things, he chugged the liquid down. He wasn't a huge fan of its salty taste, but hopefully he could finally catch the roadrunner. When he turned to tip the teenager, he was gone. Wile E wasn't worried too much about it, those kinds of characters appearing and vanishing like that happened quite often in cartoons.

"Enough with the sidetracking, let's see what the script ACTUALLY says." Bugs took a glance at the script. "Looks like the standard stuff. Duck season, rabbit season bit for me and Daffy, singing and dancing with Foghorn, and some standard dancing for everyone else, nothing that really sticks out as new and fresh from the last script."

Pepe looked through his script briefly with an emotionless expression. He then took out a post-it note, wrote something on it, and passed it underneath the table to Vaughn while Pepe whistled casually.

Vaughn took the paper with a smile on his face. He glanced down at it from his lap and read it. The paper said 'Shame there's no love scene between us, no? We can always make one in my trailer.' on it. He couldn't help but smirk at Pepe, and nod.

"I'm sick of the script where YOU always get the upper hand." Daffy said to Bugs with rising anger. "I'm also sick of you getting top billing, getting more money, more screen time, and more of everything!"

"Well, you got me beat on complaining more." Bugs replied with a casual shrug.

"Isn't anyone going to speak up about this?!" Daffy looked to the rest of the cast with fury in his eyes. "He makes $100,000 a year from here, how much does everyone else make?!"

"The same." Everyone at the table replied to Daffy's comment, except for Bugs.

Daffy was aghast. He made $50,000 a year from this job. Why was EVERYONE else making $100,000? He glared at Vaughn briefly, Daffy couldn't believe that even the new guy made as much as everyone else, while Daffy got the shaft.

"How did you find out anyways? You digging around in my trailer again?" Bugs asked, not with a tone of annoyance, but rather, curious.

"I'm not, NOT digging around in it." Daffy turned his head and scoffed.

"What else did you see in there?" Bugs asked.

"Now that you mention it, I found THIS!" Daffy slammed a brown box onto the table with the label 'Secret box' on top of it. "And now, we'll see what the rabbit is REALLY hiding!" The duck opened up the box, and pulled out what was inside it with an "AHA!"

Unfortunately what Daffy pulled out, was a lit stick of dynamite that proceeded to explode in his face with a loud BANG once he held it up. The reasons as to how it was lit for so long, or why it chose that moment to explode, was just simple Looney Tune physics, that's how the comedy often worked.

Daffy's face, now completely blackened, with his beak thrown literally up against the wall, and a glare on his face, grabbed his beak quietly, snapped it back on, and then proceeded to lash out at Bugs with various words spoken out too fast for most of the cast to understand what he was even saying.

"Oh brother." Sylvester rolled his eyes, and picked up his script. Daffy pulled stunts like this so often that it actually started to get boring.

Most of the other cast went to reading the script too, while Speedy read with Foghorn. Wile E wasn't reading, however. He felt bizarre. He noticed he constantly drooled a strange white liquid. He tried to inspect it with his paw, but his paw digits merely dangled in the air, as if they had just deflated, He looked away briefly with wide eyes, and an expressionless face. He looked over at his other paw, and noticed the digits slowly pulled back into his hand, one paw at a time. The tiny nubs could barely even flex above his paws as they shrank into nothingness. The bottom half of the paw pulled into his arm, but his arms were also changing. His arms slowly pulled inside his body. He could still move his arms, but they were wrigglier than before, as if they had lost much of the bone and muscle inside of them. His legs also wriggled as the bones inside of them vanished into nothing but pure muscle. His feet paws shrank down one paw digit at a time while his legs shrank into his body. His kneecaps in his legs vanished, not that they pulled up into his body, but because of the bones and muscle inside of them simplified. Wile E couldn't see what was happening to his legs, but he could certainly feel it, as well as the inability to move those legs to begin with. He would have pulled out a sign for help, but he couldn't even reach below his waist, let alone any signs he carried on him, all of which were currently on the floor. Wile E's cock also grew aroused, and after a quick spurt of cum, powerful enough to make Wile E cringe slightly in pleasure, it fused to his body.

Meanwhile, Foghorn quickly got bored of reading the script, and hearing Bugs and Daffy argue. Every day it was the same thing for him. He had just wished for some excitement. Both Barnyard Dawg and Foghorn had so little action nowadays, he wouldn't have minded some form of slapstick to return on stage. He turned away from Bugs and Daffy, and noticed Wile E's new particular shape. It turned out that he got his wish far sooner than he had imagined. His eyes widened, and he fixated on the form Wile E was taking. He was directly across from Wile E, so it wasn't a hard show to miss.

Speedy couldn't quite see the scenario however, due to his height. The script was bigger than he was, and it blocked his view entirely. He didn't glance up at Foghorn either. He didn't have any reason to suspect anything odd.

Wile E's legs vanished into his expanded rapidly wrinkling ass as that ass fused with his testicles. There were two visible bulges in each ass cheek, and the rest of his ass looked exactly like those round fuzzy testicles that were absorbed. His torso rounded out, as his arms melded fully into him, and his mouth continued to leak cum. His eyes looked glazed with pleasure, and while he said nothing, his bulging face showed off his happiness, and lust. Wile E's cum came out of his mouth more and more, almost in a manner that looked like it pulsed it out. His eyes shrank down into nothing, and his nose vanished. His head inflated with the rest of his torso, until his head was so big, that his neck swallowed his shoulders, and his face was constantly pointed up toward the ceiling. That big muzzle of his stretched outwards, while his head pushed upwards, and his face grew simpler, with no eyes, no nose, just a mouth. The mouth had no visible teeth either, and it was stuck open in a permanent O shape. As his mouth became the very top part of his head, it twitched back and forth slightly, as more seed came out. His head resembled a light brown human cock head nearly perfectly, while the rest of his body looked like a fuzzy shaft, with two giant testicles that were bigger than his legs once were. His torso simplified as it shifted into a cylinder shape, and inside of him, his bones and organs simplified too. One long tube from his testicles to his mouth connected. Small veins and bulges appeared from his torso while his nipples vanished. His stubby tail shrank into him, and his asshole vanished inside those giant testicles.

Foghorn continued to stare. He was in complete disbelief at what he saw. He didn't see the regular Wile E, instead he saw what would have passed for Wile E's cock, if it were human shaped anyways. It was still fuzzy like Wile E, except for the head. "I say, I say...I can't think of what to say." He mumbled quietly. It wasn't exactly arousing to see a large throbbing cock in front of him, but it was definitely better than listening to the always loud Daffy.

"And another thing! You always think you're so big and huge!" Daffy shouted at Bugs, completely oblivious to what was going on with Wile E.

"You must be talking about yourself and your throbbing ego." Bugs kept his cool, as he often did when Daffy went overboard, which he did in just about every single meeting that both Daffy and he had to attend together. "At least I don't spout off constantly."

While all of this went on, Pepe continued to pass notes to Vaughn underneath the table, and Vaughn returned the favor with notes of his own. Both stared at each other lovingly. Pepe did have that odor of a skunk about him, but by now, the entire cast had gotten used to it. Vaughn in particular was very used to it, considering how long they've been together. Pepe still remembered the days when he chased after other girl skunks, often he found out they were cats, and he was often disappointed. Over time, he grew to accept other species, but it was still so hard to find romance as a skunk. It was with Vaughn that he finally found romance. A partner who loved him for who he was, sure Vaughn was male, but Pepe didn't care. Love came in all shapes and forms, he himself knew that. Their love together blinded them from the scene with Wile E. That, and they were not too far from Foghorn, and there wasn't much of a reason to look across the table, when they could just stare into each other's eyes.

Vaughn joined the cast shortly after Looney Tunes became part of Six Flags. It was something about 'diversity' to involve humans, more human men that weren't violent like Elmer Fudd. When he saw Pepe, it was love at first sight. With Pepe's flirting, the pair were quick to become a couple. They tried to keep it hidden, but it was easy to tell when the two were together, that they were very much a pair.

Sylvester read his script quietly. He didn't look over at Wile E, but rather he was more focused on where Foghorn sat, likely due to Speedy being back behind the script. He did see Foghorn's stare, but he didn't concern himself with what Foghorn looked at, even if what he looked at, was right beside him. Sylvester was completely oblivious to it.

Wile E's body now almost resembled that of a cock. With his head stuck up in the air, with his eyes, nose, and ears gone, the top of his head looked like a brown mushroom human-shaped cock head. His body was round with bulging veins that pulsed with the beating of his own heart. It was hard to tell if he could even hear Bugs and Daffy with his lack of visible ears. His pulsing slowly intensified, and the seed from his 'lips' continued to increase. It was as if he was masturbating to something, and he was close...

"You make me so mad, that sometimes I think I'm going to explode!" Daffy shouted at Bugs. He jumped off of his chair, and hopped in place angrily while his hands went wild.

"I say, he's gonna blow!" Foghorn yelled, only moments after Daffy shouted. It wasn't Daffy that Foghorn talked about, though. His 'hand' pointed directly at Wile E.

"I kind of hope he does." Bugs casually turned to Foghorn, though as he turned, he noticed the huge pulsing cock in Wile E's seat. "Oh, you meant him." Bugs slowly stood up out of his seat, gently pushed his seat in, and then shouted. "Everyone RUN!"

"You're just saying that to distract me." Daffy scoffed, but glanced over angrily. After he saw the huge cock that was once Wile E though, he quickly realized what was going on. His anger was just as quick to subside as it was to burst. His eyes widened, and he slowly frowned. "Yipe."

The rest of the Looney Tunes cast, including Vaughn, glanced over at where Foghorn pointed. One by their eyes widened at the sight. In less than a moment, each of them rushed to the door.

Daffy was the first to the door, but he just couldn't get it to open. He was in too much of a rush to work the knob properly. The others in the room gathered around him, and many of them were yelling at Daffy to 'hurry up', except for Bugs, who, despite the situation at hand, remained completely casual.

Bugs walked up to the door with his gloved hands behind his back. He made it through the crowd with what could have only been described as cartoon logic, and he was soon right next to Daffy. Bugs then slapped Daffy's feathers away from the door. He raised up a gloved hand to show that the door was locked, and unlocked it himself. The door then slowly creaked open, without even needing to turn the handle at all.

Daffy glared at Bugs angrily. He said no words, but his eyes said all that needed to be said. With the door open, he stormed out, while the crowd was right behind him.

As everyone rushed out of the room, except for Wile E, Wile E ejaculated from that cock tip of his, once his mouth. He finally reached orgasm, and it was only after the last cast member got out of the room. His seed spurt and pumped all over the table in a thick white hot sticky liquid. Each pump and pulse splattered a thick trail of cum, and just barely missed the cast, if only because most of them got out. A few spurts of his cum made it past the door and hit the back of two of the cast members, though barely noticeably, just a few tiny drops at the very most.

Just as Foghorn and Speedy came out last, Bugs closed the door, just as a spurt of that white seed came their way. A sickening splat could be heard as the seed splattered against the closed door. "Okay, anyone know why there's a big dick in there?" Bugs said, and glanced over at Daffy. "And how did one get out here, too?"

"I saw some kind of glass thing in front of him, vial that is, that he probably drank." Foghorn said as he recalled when he stared at Wile E. He felt a little wet down at his ankle, but he just passed it off as sweat, even if sweat that cold on one part of his body was bizarre, and it just clung onto his white feathers.

"He did always order a bunch of stuff from Acme." Bugs said thoughtfully, as he ignored the clear angry glare from Daffy. "But why would he order that, and drink it?"

"It eez weird to be turned into zee sex organ, and not zee sexay one either. Why, I can think of the...prettier things I would have loved to zee him be, no?" Pepe turned to Vaughn with a smile and a wink.

"Maybe SOMEONE should go back in there, and grab that empty vial." Daffy spit as he spoke. His torso faced away from Bugs, but his head stared directly at him.

"I ain't going in there." Barnyard Dawg shook his head, and hands. "Why not send the cock in? He'll be with his own kind." He grinned at Foghorn.

Foghorn rolled his eyes, and smacked Dawg on the back of his head, hard enough to sound like a balloon pop, an infamous sound that was made during the cartoon days. "I say, you lick your own shaft for amusement. I've seen you off the stage just lapping away. Maybe you should go in there, grab the vial, and help the cleanup crew."

"Who's the bigger pervert; the one who licks his shaft, as dogs normally do, or the rooster who watches the dog lick his shaft?" Dawg replied with a sly smirk.

Foghorn was at a loss for words, which was a rarity for him. He simply slapped Dawg on the back of the head again.

Sylvester didn't pipe an opinion of his own. He glanced down at Speedy with an evil look in his eyes. Cum clean up or not, he swiftly moved behind Foghorn. He picked up the scent of something unusual while behind the rooster, but he ignored it. From behind Foghorn, he suddenly leapt out at Speedy from behind.

Speedy, unfortunately saw it coming. He simply sidestepped moments before Sylvester hit the ground, and then he sped on top of his head. Once on the cat's head, he just put his paws behind his back, and looked casual, and happy.

"I think I'll stick with Daffy's idea. It is a good idea, after all." Bugs nodded. "So, Daffy goes in and gets the vial, maybe a sample of the stuff too."

"Just a darn minute, buster!" Daffy turned completely to Bugs, and marched up to him. He pressed a feathered finger right onto Bug's chest, and stood paw to webbed toe to the rabbit. "You're the one going in!"

Bugs simply shook his head. He closed his eyes, and put his gloved hands behind his back. "You're going. It is your idea after all."

"You're going!" Daffy shouted.

The rest of the Looney Tunes gang, at least the ones paying attention to the conversation, rolled their eyes. They all knew exactly how the argument was going to end.

"You're going." Bugs replied.

"You're going!" Daffy stated once more.

Bugs smirked. "...I'm going!"

"I'm going!" Daffy said. "And you're NOT going to stop me!" Daffy opened up the door, and walked back inside the meeting room. Just as soon as he shut the door, he realized he had been tricked, and in the same manner that he often had been so many years ago. He shouted angrily. "I HATE THAT RABBIT!"

"And make sure not to get any of that stuff on you, who knows what it does!" Bugs shouted through the door, before he turned back to the rest of the cast. "Safe to say, our meeting is done for the day, so go on back to your trailers. Hopefully we'll be able to fix Wile E before the first show."

The other Looney Tunes characters, including Vaughn, went back to their trailers. The trailers were located in the back area of Six Flags, and each of them were designed like a cartoonish home, including Speedy's, whom was actually hooked up to Sylvester's. Foghorn wasn't far from Barnyard Dawg, and Pepe wasn't far from Vaughn, as per their request. Bugs wasn't far from Daffy, but Bug's had a trailer that was much better designed compared to Daffy's. Speedy's trailer resembled that of a mouse hole. It was fairly simplistic and tiny in size, though he had all the commodities of a real home, such as a bed and shelf of books, and even a tiny working television. Sylvester's trailer, while the exterior looked like a regular trailer, the interior looked like an old-fashioned home, complete with carpeting, a living room, and a kitchen. There was no bedroom, but Sylvester often slept on the couch, or near the fireplace where he had a small cat bed anyways. Foghorn's trailer looked like the interior of a chicken coop. Dawg's also resembled that of an old-fashioned home, but he had a small doghouse outside that he spent most of his time in anyways. Pepe had a very romantic interior. One large heart shaped bed with tiny mirrors on the ceiling, and a tiny kitchen with bathroom was all he needed to be happy with living conditions. Vaughn's trailer was fairly ordinary, but he liked to spend plenty of time with Pepe anyways. Daffy's trailer looked like a run-down single bed tiny trailer with peeling paint. He had a wooden sign with his name on it, though it was written very poorly. Bugs trailer had a wide trailer that looked as if multiple people could have lived in it very comfortably, complete with a second floor. Like Daffy, he had a sign with his name, but it was made with fake gold, and painted very thoroughly.

Once everyone got back into his proper trailer, the excitement was quick to die down. Daffy was last to get back to his trailer, but he just called the proper authorities to clean up the office, and figure out what happened to Wile E.

Sylvester stepped inside his trailer, and laid down on small cat bed placed on a purple carpet in front of the fireplace. There wasn't much else to the place, a bathroom with cat litter, and a kitchen with plenty of cat chow, and a refrigerator that he kept full of food. He was quick to fall asleep. He figured he'd just read the script later, he didn't get a chance to get a copy with him anyways.

While Sylvester slept peacefully, a cloud of what looked like dust rushed behind him, and paused just inches from his tail. As the dust cleared, Speedy was revealed underneath it, complete in sombrero and his normal attire. He had a huge grin on his face as he watched Sylvester. He wasn't sure why, but Speedy was feeling more playful than normal today. He took a deep breath, and let out a "YEEHAW!" shout.

Sylvester woke up from that shout. He, quite literally, shot up in the air a whopping six feet before he landed on the ground, standing on two legs, and a wide eyed look.

"Buenos Dias pussycat, did I scare you?" Speedy smirked. He had done this so many times already, but it never got old.

"Yup." Sylvester responded with one word, and a high pitched voice. He then shook his head, and turned around to face Speedy, and he glared down at him. "What'sh the big idea anyways? We're not on shtage sho you don't have to do sh-sh-shtuff like that!"

"Lo siento." Speedy took a small bow. "I was just wondereeng, could I get some cheese? My trailer, she has no fridge."

"Sufferin' succotash, how many times do I have to tell you? NO!" Sylvester wasn't even sure HOW his fridge was continuously stocked with cheese; he never ate the stuff. That didn't mean he was going to share it with Speedy though, especially after such a rude wakeup call.

Speedy very much knew that Sylvester didn't eat the cheese that Sylvester had in his fridge, and he wasn't about to take no for an answer. Speedy was convinced there was a reason that they stocked Sylvester's fridge full of cheese Sylvester never ate, and they wouldn't provide Speedy with a fridge of his own, and not because of his miniature size, either. There was something about the smell of cheese, and the taste of cheese, any cheese would do for Speedy. The thought of tasting it made his mouth drool, but it wasn't quite water that came out of his mouth. Traces of white could be seen in his drool. Little did Speedy know that he had a small trace of cum on his back from Wile E. That seed sank underneath his white clothing, and onto his mouse body, and it was slowly getting to him. "I take it anyway. Arriba, arriba, andale, andale!" Speedy burst off in a trail of smoke, and left only his drool and a trail of dust behind as he ran into the kitchen.

Sylvester was never one that could match Speedy's...well, speed. Before Sylvester could even take one step towards the kitchen, he saw Speedy again, with a large handful of cheese. Sylvester dove down to try to pin the mouse, but Speedy just ran right underneath him, and back to his connected trailer. Sylvester stood up afterwards, with now a lack of fur down the center of his body, which revealed his pink skin underneath, and plenty of Speedy's semi-white drool that got on him. He wondered how Speedy was able to even bring so much cheese underneath his body! The one thing Sylvester never could fully grasp was how cartoon physics worked, even when they weren't in a cartoon. He knew Speedy was going to try again though, he always did. Sylvester would just have to be ready...just as soon as he fixed his fur. Thankfully, much like the cartoon logic, all he would have to do is wait. Such a small amount of fur gone would very quickly regrow, just as long as he didn't do anything for a few moments. It was strange, but he never complained.

Speedy was quick to take the cheese into his small trailer, and even faster to absolutely devour the cheese. Speedy savored the flavor of the semi salty, semi soft food. He didn't pay attention to what kind of cheese. It was just that it was cheese in general, and that worked for him. Despite an almost full belly that jutted out underneath his shirt, Speedy still felt so energized to get more cheese, not so much for food now, but just to tease Sylvester. He could also feel arousal between his legs too, and reached down underneath his white pants, to stroke his shaft. Unlike many mice, Speedy had a human shaped cock, with appropriate balls. It was likely one reason he could run faster than so many other mice actually, what mouse could run fast with giant balls anyways? Either way, he stroked himself slowly. He could feel himself drooling more, unaware these were the exact symptoms that Wile E went through earlier. Have to focus. Have to get more cheese. He thought to himself, but the idea of Sylvester catching him and fucking him was in his head. He imagined his entire body thrusting in and out of Sylvester's ass. Not that his cock would ever be able to fuck a regular sized person, but he himself could certainly BE the cock. He felt his drool intensify with that thought. He took a few deep breaths, and rushed out of his hole. Speedy was unaware his arms lost all of their bones, and they were slowly shrinking into his torso, and that his legs were shrinking up into his testicles, giving it a boost in size as they were absorbed. The parts of his legs that were absorbed lost bone and muscle mass, but the rest of his legs didn't lose any bones, but it still made his speed slower than before, if only because his legs were slowly getting stubby, and with each step, those balls swayed. He still had his kneecaps, so he could run, but his pace was reduced. He could feel his testicles sway and bounce every time he put a foot onto the floor, and he couldn't reach down to try to adjust himself either. He didn't seem worried about it though, his mind was too focused on other things to care about the changes his body was going through. He couldn't get his mind off of being inside Sylvester's mouth. He just imagined himself moving back and forth inside of that warm, wet mouth, with that sandpaper tongue lapping away at his form. It turned him on so much that the cock between his legs reached a sudden orgasm. Speedy moaned quietly, but he tried not to let the sudden dampness in his pants get to him, or the thoughts of Sylvester continue to arouse him. He wanted more cheese.

Sylvester's fur was now fixed up. Looney Tune characters were often able to patch themselves up of any sort of physical damage quite quickly, usually with little explanation, and this was no different from those situations. The same couldn't be said for awkward transformations though, such as with Wile E's case. Regardless, at the sight of Speedy, Sylvester pounced, not to where Speedy was, but where he was going. Speedy was still quick enough for his body to dodge Sylvester's paws, but not Speedy's tail. With a huge wicked grin, Sylvester pulled up Speedy by that very tail, and got a nice firm grasp on it. With his other paw, he grabbed onto Speedy's torso, and turned him upwards, and brought him face to face. "You're mine now, mouth!" Finally, he had caught him. No shenanigans. This was his trailer, so there were no traps that he didn't know about that could force him to let go. "Any lasht words?"

Speedy opened his mouth, but white liquid drool came out, and dripped onto Sylvester's paws. Speedy wanted to try to pry open Sylvester's paws, but he couldn't move those arms. He was unaware that his arms had lost all bones inside of them, and he could no longer effectively use them for anything. A blue vein appeared on his side as well. He wanted to move his feet if he couldn't move his arms, but he could only feel two wriggling giant balls down there. His legs had also lost the rest of the bones inside of them, and the muscles were melding away into those growing testicles. Speedy tried again to wiggle his arms, and he swore he could feel something, but it was a wiggle of vanishing arms. With no bone, and simplifying muscle, his arms pulled into his rounding torso. His legs were also completely swallowed up by that growing cock. He could still wriggle the muscles that he felt were his legs, but all it did was make his testicles jiggle, and it made him feel aroused, and stiff.

Speedy wanted to speak and tell Sylvester that he couldn't eat Speedy, unless he wanted to be out of a job, but a stray cat hair fell on his nose, and made him sneeze that white colored drool all over Sylvester's furry cat body. It was also incredibly hard to talk while he constantly drooled cum. He could feel that tiny cock between his legs fuse to his torso, and it just made him feel much more sensitive in Sylvester's grasp. It felt as if his cock was squeezed, but it was his entire body.

Sylvester was absolutely disgusted that Speedy, not just sneezed, but also drooled on him, and continued to do so. "Come on! Get a hold of yourshelf!" He could feel Speedy's warm furry body throb in his paws, and every pulse he felt, he felt Speedy's body thicken, as it became just a bit harder to hold onto Speedy than the last pulse. There was something about his warm, pulsing body that just made Sylvester feel...excited though. He couldn't fully explain it. It was true he wanted to eat the mouse, and he found mice tasty, but the more he looked down at Speedy, the more he saw the mouse in a different light. Sylvester leaned his head down, and licked Speedy's face. It tasted almost like he thought it would, but with a taste of cum from that drooling mouth of Speedy's. It actually tasted quite...good. Maybe he could hold off on eating Speedy, especially if he produced a liquid that was so enjoyable to his palate.

"Doun't...ear...me." Speedy spoke slowly. His words slurred by the seed he spit. He wanted to stroke his own cock, but his shaft was gone. His testicles continued to swell underneath him despite the fact they had swallowed his legs already, until they were the size of an average human pair of testicles. Speedy's torso also grew a few inches in Sylvester's grasp. His torso almost looked twice as long as it did before, but with no visible chest, just a round body with a visible blue vein that travelled upwards, and stopped just below his head. His clothing ripped from him, and his eyes and nose shrank. His sombrero still stayed on his head, but it looked a little silly, considering the shape his body slowly took. Speedy was still capable of moving like a worm, though not so much at the moment as he was aroused, and it made him feel stiff, which made movement difficult.

Sylvester had Speedy in his paws. Eating mice was something that cats just did, especially to him, it came so naturally. He just couldn't help but continue to taste Speedy instead, though. He leaned down, and gave Speedy another lick with his rough cat tongue. Speedy didn't really taste like much of a mouse. Speedy tasted salty and musky, almost like... "A cock..." Sylvester said quietly. The more he looked down at Speedy, the more he saw the mouse, not as an actual mouse, but a shaft. He could feel his own arousal slowly building between his legs, unaware that his tail slowly pulled back into his body, and left nothing but a white stub behind.

Speedy would have spoken, but his lust took over. His legs were gone, just a pair of human-sized testicles now. His body was nothing more than a throbbing shaft. His torso continued to expand, while his head pointed upwards into his sombrero. His torso grew as wide as his head, and swallowed up his neck. His whiskers fell, while his nose shrank into nothingness, as did his eyes. His head smoothed out into the shape of a human cock head, covered with brown fur. His clothing had ripped from his body when his torso grew, except for his sombrero, which now hid the lips of his cock He was a shaft, a brownish colored cock. The 'lips' on Speedy moved, but what words he said, were muffled by the sputtering of his seed, and the top of his hat. He could feel his body grow rigid, and his large testicles shake and pulse in Sylvester's paws.

"You don't have to shay a word." Sylvester licked Speedy again and again. He could feel his own cock get aroused, and he also felt his testicles begin to swell downwards and outwards, but lust overtook any rational thought he might have otherwise had to tell him to stop playing with Speedy. As his testicles swelled, they began to swallow his thighs, but Sylvester didn't care. He flicked that sombrero off of Speedy's head, and took his body into his mouth, while he held onto the shaft just above his balls. He moved Speedy up and down inside his mouth, and sucked him like the cock Speedy now was.

Speedy let out a gargled moan through that cock slit that was once his mouth. He could no longer feel his tongue, sight was nearly impossible, but he could feel and taste. He could feel Sylvester's warm mouth, and his rough tongue, and he could taste that seed he constantly sputtered out from his shaft body. He wanted to twitch, but his body was completely rigid. The only thing that could really move were his testicles, and even then, barely. Whatever thoughts Speedy might have had about the situation, were reduced to the thoughts of a cock. It wasn't because his mind was simplified to that of a cock, but that he was too aroused to even think of anything else.

Sylvester walked with Speedy over to the kitchen table, and set Speedy on top of it. He himself got on it as well, and continued to suck that shaft. His paws weren't getting as involved, but that was only because his paws shrank into nubs. The bones in his paws vanished, as did his arms, which just made using those arms much more difficult. His arms continued to pull back, and soon enough, his arms vanished, as did those paws. His bottom paws were still there, but his testicles had swallowed up half of his legs entirely, which made movement difficult. His muscles in those legs had simplified as well, which just made holding weight difficult. The lower part of his legs that his testicles hadn't taken yet wobbled as they tried to support him. He eventually kneeled down, not onto kneecaps, but onto his swollen testicles. Sylvester could feel himself drool uncontrollably too, unaware it was his own seed, but also not caring to check what it was. He was too aroused to stop now. His neck slowly pulled his head back into his torso, but his head also widened to the size of his torso at the same time. His face didn't get any larger, but it did look awkward to have a larger head, with the same sized face. His teeth vanished in that changing head, and his tongue fused with the lower part of his mouth. He could still very much taste, and the taste he was experiencing was nothing short of pleasurable, if a bit salty.

Sylvester's torso also began to simplify. Ribs vanished, many organs vanished, and his digestive system became one large main tube from his mouth, right to his testicles. It was a two way system though, his mouth could provide food, but his testicles would provide seed. He looked more snake-like in appearance than cat-like, though with two large testicles at the very end as the two large balls pulled in his back paws.

Speedy could feel pressure build in those wrinkly testicles of his. His rigid veiny body pulsed and twitched as he held back as best as he could. It proved harder by the second though, that cat tongue of Sylvester's was something else on his shaft. The light, almost sand-paper text brushed and licked his drooling cum off of his body, and left only the scent of his mouse musk. "Pubbycat...plick...good." Speedy managed to say, despite being a whole cock. His words, once again slurred by his seed.

Sylvester's face slowly became more simplistic, while his body rounded out much as Speedy's did. It became hard to bend when his neck completely vanished, so Sylvester laid down on the table. His large pitch black furry testicles continued to push behind his hardening body. He still had his heart, and it pumped hard to fill his veins to stiffen him. He tilted his head upwards, and thrusted Speedy in, and out of, his mouth, almost in a motion as if he were fucking it. His lips shrank down into a small slit, but it didn't stop him from doing what he did, even as his nose, whiskers, and eyes vanished. His head bulged up with the rest of his torso as he took more of that cock shape. His face looked like the top of a mushroom, while the rest of his head looked more like the bottom. He still had the same fur pattern he always had, but he looked like a blend of a cock, and a cat, an otherwise impossible sight to see.

Speedy could no longer contain it. The motions didn't feel so much like sucking now, it felt more like fucking. He couldn't feel Sylvester's tongue, but it didn't matter, his slit was so tight, that with a garbled "Arriba!" from Speedy, he orgasmed. His seed pulsed and sprayed inside Sylvester, and all around them.

Sylvester too, unable to contain himself, hardened and twitched. As the veins appeared on his torso, his 'mouth', now a cock slit, orgasmed with Speedy. With every pump Sylvester pulsed, his body became more simplistic. His nose melted into his body to become a very tiny red tip above the white cock slit, his tail, as well as all four legs, gone, and pulled into his cock body. Together, they soaked each other with their seed. Together, the two of them were now little more than cocks that could at least still speak, though certainly not very well during an orgasm.

While all of that was going on, other Looney Tune characters were off doing their own things, each of them blissfully unaware of just how contagious Wile E was. By now, there were various hazmat people in the office. Wile E was still alive, and he was placed on a cot, while the hazmat people cleaned up the area, and examined the seed carefully. It would take some time to figure it out, but so long as they wore their protective gear, they would not suffer the same fate as Wile E. Other Looney Tune characters though, were unfortunately hit with Wile E's seed, as they would soon find out...

During the time Speedy and Sylvester had just got back to their trailers, Foghorn was on his way back to his own trailer, with Barnyard Dawg behind him.

"Wile E always did weird things." Dawg said. "But I never knew he was into ordering stuff like that."

"He gone and came out of the closet on us. Not that I judge sexuality, but to want to be that big thing is pretty repulsive, a cock that is." It was actually one of the few times Dawg and Foghorn actually agreed on something.

"You're already a cock." Dawg caught up to Foghorn, and then he walked side by side with him, and grinned widely. "But don't worry, I'm not going to judge you for THAT."

Foghorn rolled his eyes at Dawg. "I tell you what boy, you keep flappin' your beak like that, callin' people things that is, and then I say one day it's going to fuck you in the butt." Foghorn walked into his trailer, which while on the outside it looked like a normal trailer, on the inside it looked more like a henhouse with wooden walls, floor, and a ceiling, with but a single large bed for Foghorn. There were also other basic commodities, a kitchen, a television, but nothing very fancy. As it was, the kitchen and television were very old fashioned.

"One day it's going to what?" Dawg asked as he briefly paused in his steps in front of the trailer. He heard Foghorn, but he couldn't believe what Foghorn had just said. He didn't really say that though, did he?

"I say shut your beak, and open your ears, it's going to bite you in the butt. Your mouth flapping off and calling people things that is." Foghorn didn't seem to realize exactly what he had said earlier. He had to admit, he felt warm deep down, mostly around his thigh where there was a small trail of Wile E's seed, but he didn't realize it. After all, it blended in with his feathers.

"Yeah?" Dawg followed Foghorn into his trailer afterwards. "Because that's not what I heard you say." He left the door open, not caring who might have heard their conversation.

"I don't know what you heard me say, but I say what I say, and I know what I fuck." Foghorn spoke confidently. "And if you think I fuck something else, then I say get your mind out of there! The gutter, that is." Foghorn took a seat on his bed, and turned on the television.

Dawg heard Foghorn say it once more. "You just...pah...fine, whatever." Dawg waved a paw dismissively. "I'm out of here." He turned around, and went back to that open trailer door.

"Kids these days, they don't know nothin' about nothin'. They even go so far as to leave the door open as if they were raised in a barn or something." Foghorn said to himself. He watched Dawg leave, but as he watched him, he couldn't help but stare down at Dawg's rear. It was so plump and soft. He could feel himself getting aroused underneath his feathers, and he felt himself drooling from his beak. Maybe he was too mean to Dawg. Anyone with ass like that, certainly deserved far better treatment. "Now, hold on a minute son." Foghorn rushed ahead of Dawg, and quickly slammed the door.

Unfortunately, the door closed on Dawg just as he walked to it. He failed to stop on time, and smacked himself right up against the wooden panel. He fell to the ground, and rubbed his head. "Ack! Warn me next time you big galoot. What is it?" With a paw on his head, he looked up at the big rooster.

Before Dawg could say anything more, Foghorn picked him up. "Stand up straight son. I don't know what you heard me say, but not understandin' what I say happens sometimes, miscommunications that is. Maybe I'm fuckin' something else, but if I'm ever fuckin' with you, let me fuck, okay?" As Foghorn spoke off rapidly, his beak let loose that white liquid drool of his all over Dawg.

Dawg was flustered at what Foghorn was saying. He also loathed getting drool all over the front of him, and the spots Foghorn spat on him gave him a warm feeling, one that slowly spread from specs on his body, outwards to cover him entirely, though slowly. The more he looked at Foghorn, the more Dawg felt strange. He almost felt as if...the rooster talking about fucking so much sounded like a very good idea for him. One to resist his urges though, he rapidly shook his head. "Can you just..." Dawg covered his head with his paw as best as he could. "Can you listen to yourself for five minutes, and hear the words coming out of YOUR beak?"

Foghorn was confused at what Dawg said. Foghorn knew what he said, and he meant what he said. Sure, he had sex on the brain, a thought that progressively grew the more he looked at Dawg, but he was one to control his urges. "Why don't you just tell me what you think you're fuckin'?" Foghorn paused a moment. He did take Dawg's advice, but even when he heard what he said, he couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, you see what you're fucking now?" Dawg paused, and his eyes widened. Maybe Foghorn didn't hear what Foghorn said, but Dawg heard his own words. Where did that even come from? He hated to admit that he was feeling turned on as well, and he could feel that cock between his legs grow erect, a human type one, just like the rest of the Looney Tunes crew had, at least the men. "Maybe something Wile E did affected us." Dawg was very careful about speaking that, not one to flap his mouth and speak constantly, as a certain rooster loved to do.

"Maybe. After all, I feel a bunch of weird feelings that I don't normally feel. Like, I know you're an attractive dog and all, but that ass of yours is so mighty temptin', which is DEFINITELY weird on so many levels. For one, you're not a hen. Why, I'd love to have fun with a hen right now, but hen or no hen, that butt of yours just looks so plump and firm that it'd be really nice just to..."

Dawg could feel his body growing in heat. The more he heard Foghorn talk, the more he heard nothing but nonsense. He heard his own heart pound louder than Foghorn's words, and his human-shaped cock throb between his legs. "Ah, shut up!" Dawg slapped Foghorn frustratingly. "If you're going to fuck, then stop yapping your beak, and just do it!" Dawg turned around, and then he bent down and raised his tail to show off that asshole of his, right to Foghorn. Like Dawg's cock, his ass was shaped much like a human's. It only occurred to him after he had done such a thing, that he knew he would never normally do this, but something in his body was getting the best of him. He needed a cock, and he needed it now. More words just frustrated and angered him. He might have hated Foghorn on so many levels, but he needed a cock, any cock. If Foghorn wasn't going to provide, then he'd just fuck him instead, but he was a dog, he was loyal and obedient, he had to give others a chance first, as angry as he was.

"Shut up? Okay, I'll shut up. I'm not one that has to keep talkin'. Some fellas just have to keep their mouths flappin', but not me! I was brought up right, my pa used to tell me "shut up" and I'd shut up! I wouldn't say nothin'!" It sounded like Foghorn was...trying to defend himself. All while his beak spat more and more seed everywhere, both on Dawg, and on his trailer walls and floors. His wrinkly testicles between his legs spread out and attached themselves to his thighs. Foghorn was none the wiser. He was aroused, very much so after seeing Dawg's small pink asshole, but he just had to keep talking, it was what Foghorn did.

"Then get to fucking!" Dawg said, angrily and loudly at that. Dog's cock fused with his torso while he waited. While most of his cock vanished inside of him, a single vein from the cock stayed, and enlarged on Dawg's waist. The vein then grew up Dawg's body inch by inch, just as it reached his neck, he could feel his drool taste saltier than normal. He opened his mouth to pant, and he noticed a white liquid, similar to the liquid that came out of Foghorn. He thought to himself that maybe this was a mistake. It felt wrong on so many levels, just as how right it also felt on different levels, which put him at ends.

Foghorn wasted little time after he was done talking, and he saw that rear of Dawgs. It was as it was in the cartoon, smooth and plump like a pear, no ass cheeks were visible, just the tail, and the asshole. His own cock was still there, and he thrust it right into Dawg's rear, with a happy rooster crow at that. His cock was already lubed with his seed. Something that he would have found difficult to explain happened though, he leaked cum from his mouth, just as he leaked it from his cock. He thought nothing out of the ordinary for it, his mind was too lost in lust, and it just that it was very pleasurable to finally have his way with Dawg. Maybe Foghorn was straight, but with his cock now in Dawg's rear, even he was unsure with himself what exactly his sexuality was.

Dawg howled happily with Foghorn's crowing. It continued to feel both so wrong, and so right. He was into female dogs, so to let a rooster fuck him, just felt off. At the same time, he was feeling more pleasure in his body than he had felt in years. His tail sank into his body as his spine slowly vanished, and his front paws pulled back into small nubs as those bones and muscles simplified, and then vanished. Dawg's front paws felt incredibly strange when they shrank, and as he looked down at his front paws, he slowly realized what was going on. He was in a state of lust, but he had to try to control himself. He couldn't feel his tail wag happily anymore either, and when he looked back above his ass, he realized his tail had vanished. He had to try to stop Foghorn, before it was too late. "Foghorn! Look...we're changing! Uhn...stop and look at yourself!" Without his spine, standing up was incredibly difficult too. It felt much harder to support his weight, but his entire being felt hard.

Foghorn was too busy fucking to focus. His testicles swallowed his legs all the way to just above his knees, and as they swallowed up his kneecaps, bones, muscle, and all, Foghorn was unable to bend. Even supporting himself was difficult, yet he managed. He didn't relent in his thrusts either, even as the balls continued to grow down and swallow his ankles, swelling and churning with seed, making a slosh noise with every thrust. It was beginning to get hard to stand up at all. Only his yellow rooster claws were left carrying those big huge balls that were once his legs. His testicles gently hit the ground and covered his claws entirely, which helped support him. His cock stayed part of him too, but the rest of his body slowly rounded out into a pristine white shaft. His fat distributed evenly onto his torso, and his neck pulled down into his body, while his face was permanently pointed upwards. His bones and muscles simplified as they began to round out into that shaft shape. It would have been hard to remain upright, but his body was stiff as he was stiff and erect, much like a cock would have been. He couldn't hold onto Dawg when his rooster wings had pulled back completely either, but he didn't notice, or care. It appeared the more one gave in to lust, the faster that one changed from a cock that could also be called a rooster, into a cock that could also be called a penis.

Dawg could feel his own testicles swell and swallow his legs thrust by thrust, though his back paws stuck out from underneath which allowed him to stand, but it was incredibly difficult as the weight from the testicles sloshed with every thrust Foghorn made. He still had sex on the brain, but he could mentally control himself better compared to Foghorn. He wasn't even sure how much of a brain Foghorn had left as he looked back at him briefly. He tried to pull away, but his escape was slow. Walking with testicles with back legs, and front legs slowly pulling away into nothingness did not help to make his escape any faster. His testicles wobbled and jiggled, and supported more weight on his body than those back paws of his currently did.

Foghorn couldn't stop Dawg from escaping, even if he tried. His body was rigid and his head pointed his face upwards on top of Dawg. The yellow of his beak melted over his head, and left only a small hole to speak out. His otherwise small head, swelled and took on a much larger mushroom shape, slightly bigger than the width of his cock body, but only a quarter length. His eyes vanished, and his head swelled with his torso. Visible veins and bulges appeared from behind his feathers on that very torso. "I shaay...I shaay...gog to...wann oo gum." Even as a penis, he couldn't stop talking. His voice garbled by cum he spat out from that slit of his. The cock between his legs sunk into his body completely and vanished, while his mouth continued to sputter seed at a very constant rate. His feet were absorbed into his giant balls, and he soon resembled a giant penis, with feathers that looked like smooth skin, aside from the bulges of veins. His thick cock was just a little bit thicker than his yellow-colored head, but it was a clear cut cock. His head bulged out into that of a human shaped shaft head, and softened slightly.

Dwag, despite his huge balls for back legs, walked up to the door, and looked up at the knob. His front legs had pulled in completely, so he couldn't open it by any normal means. He stuck his mouth onto the knob, and used what was left of his tongue's strength to pull it open. Thankfully, his tongue was still part of him, even if all he tasted was seed. Once the door was open, Dawg slowly walked out of Foghorn's trailer, slosh by slosh with heavy balls. His testicles got stuck in the trailer door unfortunately, and he wriggled those legs to push out. His front 'hands' vanished, so he was stuck wriggling helplessly. He could feel his body become rigid, and it started to get hard to look anywhere except upward. Just as he managed to successfully push himself out of Foghorn's trailer, he fell forward onto the ground with a thud. His body was a mixture of white and brown fur, though he also looked like a very huge furry dick, except for his head, but his head was rapidly widening to become as thick as the rest of his body. His eyes vanished, as did his nose. As the small O appeared where his lips were, they blackened with the tinge of his nose, while the rest of his head retained roughly the same fur color he already had. He looked like a cock, but with Dawg's fur coat.

Just as Dawg finally pushed himself out of the trailer, Bugs was in the middle of walking by that very same trailer, though at the sight of Dawg in that tremendously unusual form, Bugs had to stop, grab a carrot from behind him, and munch on it. "Eh...what's up, dick?" he asked, casually, while he kept a good distance from that cock head. He had to admit, that dick looked familiar. The fur color reminded him of someone he knew, and the smell was strong with musk. While he couldn't see a face on the head of the cock, Bugs could see the shaft pulse with a strong heartbeat, but the fur pattern almost looked like...

"It'sh me, Dawwgil." The cock head spoke, though with gurgles as cum spurted out. "Urrgll...Wile E's seed...contagiours...tururned Hoghorn ginto this...turned me into this..." Dawg didn't even bother asking himself questions like how he could still see without eyes, or how he could hear without ears. His was speech heavily slurred with gurgles of seed. He could definitely smell and taste, but the only things he could smell, was a musky shaft. The only thing he could taste, was his own seed. "Gurg...ot to...warn the others..." He didn't dare tell Bugs that he had willingly accepted to have fun with Foghorn. He blamed it on that cum Foghorn splattered out. It was the only explanation as to why Dawg was so eager for sex from the rooster.

"Oh yeah?" Bugs still seemed so casual, like he often was in the face of danger. "I guess cum spreads it then. I wonder if that means Daffy is infected. He did go into that room after all..."

"You have...urrgle...have..." Dawg found it hard to form words, not because he was a cock, but because of how much pleasure he felt, and the seed that pulsed from his O slit. His brain, while inside the head of a cock, was still fully functional. Unable to contain his excitement from mere thoughts of fucking, his mouth opened up, his testicle legs pulsed, and he orgasmed. Wave after wave of seed flowed through his mouth, and out onto the sidewalk in front of him, and unfortunately, a small amount splattered onto Bug's feet.

Bugs jumped back, but not quite fast enough as some cum got into those big rabbit soles of his. "Ack! Hey! Watch where you're spitting!" He couldn't help himself but stare down at Dawg though, and he knew he had to report it. If cum really was the key that caused the change, he knew he didn't have a lot of time, either. He glanced over at the trailer Dawg came out of, and he noticed a large white feathered cock inside, with cum all over the place. "Well, that's not going to work." Even if he was already infected, he wasn't about to go in a trailer with a giant cock, and a room full of cum. He figured the best place was to try to call for help, was back at his own trailer. Bugs quickly rushed past Dawg's now throbbing cock body, and to his large trailer. It was a short distance away, easy enough to run to, and very easy to find with its size. Next to Bugs' trailer was another much smaller trailer, a small trailer that almost resembled a janitor closet with how small it was.

Bugs raced into his trailer, and closed the door behind him. He locked the door, and then turned his attention to the inside of his trailer.

Bug's trailer was designed to resemble his rabbit home, except rather than surrounded by dirt, he was surrounded by white tiles. He had a bed, a kitchen, and the basics. He didn't need too much to get by. There were times when he had expensive things in his home, if only to annoy Daffy. Just as Bugs looked around the trailer, he saw a familiar duck digging through his wooden cabinet, with paperwork all over the floor. "Daffy? What are YOU doing here?"

Daffy continued to dig in the cabinet with his head buried. "Isn't it obvious? I'm digging around for some dirt I can use on you!" Daffy shouted, almost defensively, before he just realized what he said. He looked up, and then smiled at Bugs with a nervous laugh. He slowly pulled his wings out, and then reached down onto the floor. "I mean...uh...someone made a mess of your place, and I'm trying to clean it up." He said in a suddenly friendly tone. He picked up a few papers from the floor with a chuckle, and set them on top of the file cabinet. The papers quickly flew back to the floor from a strange gust of wind.

"I'll deal with that later. Daffy, Wile E's cum is contagious." Bugs was quick to remember what he thought of when he saw Dawg. "Didn't you go in the room filled with that stuff first anyways?" If that was true, then it definitely made Bugs curious as to why Daffy hadn't changed. Bugs thought that perhaps, Daffy was just careful, but Daffy being careful was definitely out of character for the duck.

"I can still smell it and see that huge pulsing throbbing brown cock." Daffy muttered with a glare at Bugs. "Of COURSE I got shome on me, no thanks to your help for making me go back in there in the first placesh!"

Well, scratch that idea about being careful. Not that Daffy ever was. Bugs thought to himself. He was confused, though. Why hadn't Daffy changed into a cock, if that cum was contagious? At least, Bugs assumed his seed was contagious. He really had nothing to back it up. Heck, Bugs got some cum on his feet, and he hadn't changed from it yet either. Sure, he felt incredibly warm deep down, and the thought of his rabbit cock in Daffy's ass sounded absolutely lovely, but he didn't see any physical changes about his body, and when he looked at Daffy, he saw nothing had changed about him either, and he should have been the first infected. He briefly wondered if Daffy had the same thoughts about his duck cock, but he didn't want to find that out the hard way. "Maybe we're immune. Or maybe you're immune." He picked up his cordless phone. "I should still tell Elmer about this." He thought about warning the others as well, but he shouldn't have to tell his friends to stay away from giant cocks. Something like that was just self-explanatory.

"Now wait just a darn minute!" Daffy marched straight to Bugs, and pointed a single 'finger' at him. "If I'm immune, then I should be the one to tell him!" Daffy did indeed feel warm. The throbbing cock between his legs slowly pulsed to life as he saw Bugs' mostly naked body, but his ego came before lust. If he had an immunity, he could just imagine how much he could sell that immunity.

"Maybe there's something else behind it too." Bugs shrugged. "Neither of us know anything about it...I'm still pretty sure you should be a walking, talking, dick right now. And while you can be an absolute cock most of the time, you aren't a literal one at the moment." Bugs had no idea when Dawg and, presumably Foghorn were infected. He would have to assume after Daffy though. Even if it was slightly before, he would have expected SOME cock traits, aside from the one between his legs. Bugs actually couldn't get his eyes off of that pitch black cock, and it made his own pulse to life out in view slowly.

"You and your s-s-sass." Daffy knocked away Bug's phone. "You're alwaysh so casual and so...so...trying to one up on me!" Daffy grabbed Bugs firmly, and pulled him in close. "And I'm shick of it! I want to be top duck for once, and I'm GOING TO BE TOP DUCK!" As he spoke, he spat, and like Foghorn, Daffy's saliva was far whiter than normal.

Bugs was definitely worried about how Daffy was behaving. Sure, he was used to Daffy's anger, but to pull him in like that was definitely unusual. He could feel Daffy's feathers up against his short fur, and their cocks crossing each other, Bugs of course being slightly longer than Daffy, but Daffy having him on thickness. As Bugs watched the spit, he noticed far too easily that it wasn't clear saliva, but rather, it had a white tint to it. "N-now Daffy, don't go doing something you'll regret later." Bugs said with a nervous chuckle, and his ears behind his head. He doubted Daffy would ever cause intentional harm, but he could see it in Daffy's wide eyes, he wanted to do something to Bugs. Deep down, Bugs had a feeling about what Daffy wanted, because Bugs wanted it too, but he had to resist his urges.

"There's only one thing I want to do now!" Daffy glared at Bugs face-to-face. His beak huffed a visible bit of air briefly. He pulled Bugs even closer, and between his legs, his human shaped cock brushed up against the bunny's thighs. "And I can tell you want it, too!"

Bugs could feel that cock between his legs, and he could tell his own cock felt those black feathers of the duck's. It was almost a comforting feeling. Daffy's feathers were soft to the touch, and slid easily for the top of Bugs' normal human cock to touch the skin underneath. "You haven't transformed yet though, and everyone else has! Just look outside and you can see Dawg on the ground. I don't know when he got infected, but I know it must have been after you." Bugs broke free of Daffy's grasp, and backed up against the trailer door. His heart pounded in synch with his cock pulsing. He wasn't sure whether to fuck, or flight.

Daffy followed him every step of the way against that trailer door. He was frustrated with how easily Bugs could escape from his grasp, but the rabbit always was slippery like that. "Nice try buster, but I'm not falling for that old gag. Now, you're going to turn around, you're going to bend down, and I'm going to show the world just who the star REALLY is." He continued to spit, though the liquid he spat was far whiter than before, and thicker too. It didn't impact his speech, but his spit was causing a bit of a mess on his beak.

Bugs could feel the heat rising up in his furry body from his legs now. He could feel his testicles pulse and swell as they attached to his legs, while his cock throbbed up against his gut, and merged with his body. He knew now it was too late. He mentally thought about kissing the duck, but physically he resisted. He kept his ears behind his head, and put his arms on Daffy's shoulders. "Come on Daffy, think. This isn't us. This isn't you. Remember the good old days, huh? Duck season? Rabbit season?" He tried to recall those days himself to keep him calm. He couldn't feel the cock between his legs anymore, and while he could feel those testicles, they felt so much larger against his waist.

The thought of those 'good old days' just made him angrier, which in turn made him hornier. Daffy easily pushed the rabbit's hands away. He turned the bunny around, and pinned his face up against the door. He pushed that human-shaped duck dick up against the bunny's rear. His cock spurted cum right onto the bunny's ass, and a bit slid down Daffy's own. He slowly slid his duck cock up the rabbit's rear, the seed helped to serve as lube. "Admit it! Who's the real star of the ssshow?"

Bugs gasped as he felt that cock push into his ass. Bugs had never taken such things before. His body still eagerly accepted it, even if mentally he kept trying to fight. He could feel his ass widen for the shaft to enter, and pulse on its own to squeeze it. His ears still back, he turned his head to the side, and closed his eyes. "Y-you are, Daffy." Bugs whispered while tried to keep his humor, all while he felt his testicles swell downward, and his fingers lose their bones and muscle, though it didn't show very well through his gloved hands, the only piece of clothing he wore most of the time. His fingers merely flexed in ways they shouldn't have been able to, it almost looked as if he had just inflated gloves.

It was clear Daffy was also changing now as well. The lust had a noticeable effect as he was slowly filled with it. His 'fingers' were down to nubs too, and his testicles were swelling up against his waist, but his cock stayed in the rabbit's ass. "Say it louder!" Daffy shouted, as he thrusted his cock back and forth in Bugs. "Who's top duck?" He prodded the rabbit's back with his nubby digits, oblivious to his transformation. The lust, and his ego, soared to heights not even he could have imagined.

"You'rrrgle...top duck." Bugs said in a normal tone. He could feel his drool dribble down his chin, and the impact the liquid had on his speech. He could swallow it, but more just dribbled down moments after. The drool also tasted salty, and with how thick it was getting, he couldn't swallow very much at a time. He opened his mouth in a small O shape, and found that it stayed in that O shape when he relaxed his face. White cum dripped down in a small stream to the ground beneath him. His closed eyes slowly opened and glazed over as he could feel the pleasure fill his entire body with more heat. His fingertips became stubby as they pulled back completely into his hand. His palms were next to lose muscle, bones, and then shrink down, though the gloves stayed on for the moment as Bugs was pounded, they simply flopped and jiggled with nothing inside of them. Eventually, as those hands slowly pulled back into his arms, his gloves fluttered down to the floor to reveal his limbs that now lacked hands. The bones and muscles faded away as his arms pulled back into his body and only his elbows were left. His testicles had grown down to his knees by now and swallowed up his thighs completely, and they continued to swell as two gray wrinkly orbs. Bugs' small bunny tail had vanished, as did most of his ass. It looked as if he just had two testicles down to his knees, with no upper legs visible. He still had his asshole, it just stuck out from the back of those two growing testicles. The bones and muscles inside Bugs' legs melted into more cum for those orbs.

Daffy's testicles were quickly getting just as big. While he still had his cock, he lost his arms and wings. He didn't need his arms to pound the bunny's rabbit hole though, and he proved his point with thrust after thrust. He could feel himself become just as fully aroused, but cum did not leak from his beak as heavy as it leaked from Bugs, rather it leaked more from the cock still between his legs. "Shout...shout it to the world." Daffy said with heavy breathing. "Everyone must hear it."

Bugs' arms completely melted away. He wanted to keep fighting. Mentally, he was quite resilient to so many things, and quick on the draw too. In this case though, as he felt the duck cock deep in his ass, and the seed from the shaft lubricated the bunny's rear, fighting became a struggle mentally. "You're top duck." He repeated, a little louder than before.

"Again! Scream it as loud as you can!" Daffy shouted. He was having the time of his life. He heard Bugs admit it again and again, but he didn't sound crazy about it. He wanted the world to hear Bugs say it. It made him wish he could record such things to save for later. The stray thought to record it was tempting, but he couldn't even use his wings to press any buttons on a tape player to begin with. He wasn't alarmed about such things however, his lust still had such huge control over him, almost more than his own ego.

Bugs would have thought to himself about shouting as loud as Daffy usually did, though even his mental process was difficult. "You'rrrgle... top-ack duck!" Bugs shouted. As he did, he felt his body tremble and shake heavily. His bones and many of his muscles melted into his simplifying cock body, but he still felt stiff and rigid from the arousal that flooded his system. A cock, ANY cock, was delightful to feel right now. His nervous system took to new heights, as just about any sensation he felt was pleasurable, and he couldn't help contain himself any longer.

If Bugs still had a cock, he would have shot his seed through it. Instead, he shot his seed through his own two lips. He could feel his ears that were behind his head shrink, and his body stiffen and rigid during the orgasm despite any bones or real muscles to support him. He closed his eyes as the lust filled him. He wasn't thinking as a bunny would, but instead, that of what a cock might think. His asshole slowly sealed up, and pushed Daffy's cock out. His testicles took over his legs entirely, and hit the ground with a soft thud as his big huge rabbit paws were quickly swallowed up paw digit by paw digit. The rest of his body turned into a gray and white furry fuzzy human-shaped cock. The orgasm quickened his pace as his head began to swell. He tilted his face upwards, unable to bend it down, and his head fell down onto his shoulders, as his neck vanished entirely. As he continued to cum, visible veins pulsed across his entire simplifying body, with one long one down the middle lower, right above the giant furry testicles. "Urrrgle...But I'm...tohhurg...coh...ock..." Bugs managed to say weakly through his orgasm. His whiskers vanished with his nose and eyes, while his head bulged up to the size of his torso, and grew upwards. He wasn't quite thick, but he was definitely large, and with the sex drive of a rabbit, as the now human cock he resembled.

Daffy's cock fused with his own body only moments after it came out of Bugs. He could feel his own feathery testicles swell, and rub up against the rabbit's own huge fuzzy pair. His orange shrank into the giant black testicles. As his bones and muscles simplified, his body became stiff and rigid from the blood that pulsed through his body, and he leaned onto Bugs. His head bulged, though his beak stayed at the exact same size. His torso pulsed as his rib cage vanished, his lungs pushed aside freely, and his insides were simplified, while on the outside, he took on more of a cylinder shape. He could feel himself so close to orgasm too, he just needed a little more. Despite being turned more and more into a cock, he rubbed up against Bugs. He couldn't explain why he thought to do such things, just that it was a pleasurable sensation to rub his entire body against something, anything. He mentally told himself he was the star, he should freely be able to rub up against, and even orgasm, on anything that he pleased. His small beak melted over his roundish head, and left only a small O for him to speak and orgasm with. His eyes faded, and his head simplified into one big human-cock shaped head. The scene quickly turned into a largely black cock that frotted up against a largely grayish one. Daffy couldn't speak that much now, not because he couldn't talk, but because seed spurt from his mouth at a very constant pace, almost to a point that it looked as if a small river trailed down his rapidly bulging cock body. The scent of musk and cum were quick to fill Bugs' trailer

While Daffy went to town on Bugs as a large cock, Vaughn and Pepe walked side by side outside. Pepe was fairly short compared to Vaughn, but size difference mattered little in love, as did Pepe's infamous skunk odor. As far as they knew, only Wile E had been changed into a giant cock.

As the two walked along, the pair paused at the sight of a huge throbbing cock out in the open. It was Dawg, pulsing his seed out weakly. The seed travelled down the sidewalk, and right into the sewer grates.

"It looks like zee Dawg, but not himself, no?" Pepe looked at the Dawg oddly. He was careful to pause with Vaughn before they stepped anywhere near that small pool of cum in front of Dawg's head, though the pool of cum spread around that cock head a good six feet around the tip.

"He must have been affected with what Wile E had." Vaughn could only assume such things. Of course it raised so many questions for him, such as how he changed into one, and if others have been affected as well. "Perhaps it is contagious? Maybe we should go back to my trailer." Vaughn said while he looked down at Dawg. While he had so many other questions about how Dawg, or rather this cock came to be, there was one question he had in his mind that stood out the most. "Can it even talk?"

"I can talk just fine." Dawg said, surprisingly at that, though he spoke up tiredly. "I can hear you too, and I can smell that skunk." He could smell out of that 'mouth' of his up front, but the constant smell of his musk and seed was enough to drown out any stench Pepe had. Plus, he had sort of gotten accustomed to Pepe's skunk smell. The Looney Tunes HAD to get used to it when they worked in such close quarters with him. They made sure to keep Pepe's trailer far away though. His speech surprisingly wasn't slurred, though when he wasn't leaking any seed, he could speak fine.

"What changed le puppy, zen?" Pepe asked, with his French accent. "To become zee vulgar creature is both odd, and the sexzy." He had to admit. Not that he was a particular fan of Dawg as a cock, but he glanced at Vaughn, and the thought of the two of them being cocks aroused Pepe. The biggest thing that prevented him from wanting to actually try such things, was that he did not know if they would have ever been able to turn back to normal if they became cocks.

"Vaughn said it. The cum...its...oohhurgle." Dawg had to pause, not because talking was particularly difficult, but because the sensation of speaking made him pleasured, and he felt his mouth gurgle up more cum out of that cock head of his, before his body softened. He had orgasmed so much already, that he felt warn out. He just wanted to rest for a few minutes, then he'd be ready. His testicles pulsed weakly as he pushed a bit more of his seed out, and then he fell silent. Based on that his body slowly inflated and deflated, it looked as if he was still breathing, just not talking anymore. Seed slowly stopped pouring out of that 'mouth' of his, and he made a noise that almost resembled a gentle snore.

"We should go warn zee rabbut, no?" Pepe looked up concernedly at Vaughn. The bunny's trailer was closest to where Dawg currently was after all, and based on what Pepe could see in the trailer, which was a big white feathery cock with an orange head, he guessed that Foghorn was already a full blown cock himself, and was asleep like Dawg.

Vaughn nodded at Pepe. While staring at a huge cock that weakly pulsed was definitely a sight worth seeing, they had to make sure that nobody else was impacted. Together, both Pepe and Vaughn raced to the rabbit's trailer. It was incredibly quick with how fast Pepe had been known to travel, and with how close the trailer was to Bugs' own. The pair were soon at the trailer door.

Vaughn knocked on the trailer door, and waited with Pepe. There was no answer, just the sound of thumping right on the other side of the door, as if someone played loud bass music.

Pepe raised his hand to his chin. "Zee rabbut eez quick to open zee door. Something is being wrong." He took a breath, and he could immediately smell an odor on the other side of the door. Pepe was unsure about opening it to begin with when he detected that odor, but before he could tell Vaughn not to, Vaughn was already opening it.

Just as Vaughn opened up Bugs' trailer, he saw not just one, but two cocks in front of him. One was a gray one with some large white areas, including a white head, while the other was largely black with an orange tip around the O shaped mouth. Vaughn could easily tell it was once Bugs and Daffy, and now the two were cocks. Based on their position as cocks, it looked like Daffy had just fucked Bugs, and while the two were no longer going at it, at least in a manner of penetration, it looked as if Daffy was still grinding themselves together for sexual gratification.

Bugs, while capable of talking, just didn't have the energy to do so. After that strong orgasm, and becoming a cock, he felt tired, and it showed with his largely flaccid state.

Daffy hadn't reached his own orgasm yet though. He was bent down, and his head pointed right up towards Vaughn when the door was opened, seed dripped out onto the gray fuzzy cock tremendously, and almost resembled a tiny waterfall. With perfect timing, the moment that door was opened, was the exact same moment that Daffy came. His 'mouth' sprayed his cum all over in front of him, on top of Bugs, and all over Vaughn and Pepe. Daffy couldn't speak during that orgasm, but anyone nearby could sense how proud that cock was to cum, and excessively so. Those giant testicles that were once his legs pulsed and twitched as they both emptied all over the Bugs cock, as well as onto Pepe, and Vaughn.

Neither Pepe, nor Vaughn, were fast enough to get away from that seed that splattered all over them. It soaked them in a warm thick, semi-transparent white liquid of duck cum. If cum served as the catalyst of changing the cartoons, then it was only a matter of time before both Pepe, and Vaughn, joined them in becoming cocks, and by the looks of their wide eyes exchange, they knew it. Neither looked angry at Daffy, more surprised that he had just orgasmed all over them so quickly.

The stare between Pepe and Vaughn felt like it lasted ages. The two of them were soaked in seed, and they knew it was inevitable before they became cocks themselves. Neither knew if there was a cure, neither knew if they would ever become their normal forms again once their transformation was finished, but the two of them could feel something else inside of them. A building heat built between the pair. Just like the many characters before them that had been sprayed with seed, both Pepe and Vaughn could feel the lust for sex build within them, and since the two were already a couple, it just intensified. Simultaneously, their hearts beat faster, as their bodies grew hotter. They both could tell what the other wanted, just by an exchange of glances. Suddenly, Pepe leapt up, and Vaughn kneeled down as the pair got into an exchange of a passionate kiss.

"While we are still zee normal, let us have some of zee fun." Pepe let go of Vaughn, and moved down to his pants. With little difficulty, he pulled off Vaughn's pants and boxers. His black skunk cock already pulsed and twitched with arousal. He wasn't sure if Bugs and Daffy were even capable of watching, but he didn't care.

Vaughn pulled off his shirt, pulled Pepe to Bugs' bed, and laid down with the skunk on top. Vaughn didn't respond with his voice, after all, words didn't need to be spoken when it came to love. With the two naked, he hugged that skunk, and kissed him happily, while he moved his already erect cock slowly between the skunk's legs. He was unsure when they would transform into cocks, just that he knew they would, and that he wanted to make the best of the situation.

Pepe was about half of Vaughn's height. His furry body brushed up against Vaughn's human skin, and his long soft tail leaned upward, and tickled his chest. While the two were covered in cum, and the two were definitely aroused, they didn't start changing, at least not right away. Perhaps it was something about the two, or about the seed that covered them, it was hard to tell. Pepe was still able to kiss Vaughn's neck happily, all while he moved his skunk rea down onto Vaughn's cock. He slid his ass cheeks up against that shaft slowly, and then back down. The feeling of that shaft caused Pepe to moan a lewd French moan, and mumble something in the same language. After another brief moment of grinding the cock on his ass cheeks, Pepe then slowly slid his asshole down onto Vaughn's cock, and slid it inside of him. He let out a lewd French moan with closed eyes. "I love zee...so very much." He spoke quietly with lust in his voice. His eyes half closed with a smile on his lips. The scent of cum that soaked them almost masked the odor from Pepe.

Vaughn could smell the scent of cum that covered them slightly overpowering the odor from Pepe, but he didn't care. The scent of Pepe was still in the air, however faint, and that was enough to turn him on, as the scent meant his lover was near. The feeling of Pepe's ass cheeks just felt so perfect on his pulsing and twitching cock. Maybe it was the seed that covered them, but he felt already so close to orgasm himself. He wanted to hold back though for Pepe, just a bit longer. He moved slowly with his cock in Pepe's asshole, a hint of cum from his shaft helped with the lubrication, as he thrust up and down the small skunk's body. "And me, you." He replied quietly. He didn't care that Bugs and Daffy were still in the room, he was with Pepe, and that's all he wanted, one last round of fun together, before they became huge cocks like Bugs and Daffy, for who knew how long.

Pepe slowly slid his erect human-shaped furry black cock along Vaughn's belly, and lightly poked his belly button with it. A hint of seed escaped from his shaft too as the pair continued. He wasn't sure how long they had, so he just had to make every moment pleasurable. His furry hands gently massaged Vaughn's arms, while he continued to kiss happily. He reached upwards, and kissed Vaughn's lips once more, although this time he slipped in his tongue. His fuzzy legs wrapped around Vaughn's waist, although with the size differences, he couldn't wrap completely around him.

Vaughn didn't hesitate to slip tongue right back as the pair kissed. He could feel his cock pulse, and his testicles twitch. The two had only gotten started, but he was already so close to orgasm. He stroked Pepe's furry back gently with both hands, and while one hand grasped his rear, the other pet his tail once, all the way to the very tip. When his fingertips touched the end of his tail, his body stiffened, and he orgasmed, and came deep within Pepe. He felt his testicles pulse and unload his seed.

Pepe knew orgasms often took longer the love making process was. Ideally for him, it was a slow one, but he also knew their bodies were likely changing, as he could feel his own body grow much more sensitive. When Vaughn came, Pepe's body hugged Vaughn tighter, and his legs stiffened as Pepe came as well. His skunk seed splattered on Vaughn's stomach. A moment after the orgasm, and not a moment later, Pepe smiled at Vaughn. "Oh Mon Cher, now it ees my turn for zee fun." Pepe unwrapped his body, and moved aside for Vaughn.

Vaughn's body was quick to recover from the small orgasm. Perhaps it was more changes that went on with their bodies that had something to do with it, not that he would have complained. With another deep, loving kiss, Vaughn pulled his cock free, and then turned around, with his back in the air, and his cum covered stomach on Bugs' bed. "But of course, love." Vaughn replied with a smile. Mentally, he was surprised that they seemingly hadn't changed physically at all, aside from what looked like a more powerful sex drive, and a quick orgasm recovery. Both things Vaughn very much loved. Maybe, being cocks wouldn't be such a bad thing, so long as he got to be with Pepe.

Pepe got back onto the bed, and behind Vaughn. Before he pushed his cock in his lover however, he leaned his face forward, and gave Vaughn's asshole a slow, loving, lick. He was still unsure of when their transformation was going to begin, but he was going to make the most of every sense he had. His taste, smell, and most importantly, feeling. His face nuzzled Vaughn's back as he slowly slid his furry body upwards, and pressed his cock between Vaughn's ass cheeks. Much like when Vaughn did to him, he slid that pitch black cock of his up and down those cheeks briefly, enjoying the warm sensation.

Vaughn moaned quietly when his asshole was licked, and then his ass rimmed with that cock. Pepe might have been a skunk, but he was a damn good lover. "F-fuck..." he said quietly. His toes curled, and his fingers gripped onto the bedsheets.

Pepe then pushed his black furry human-shaped cock up Vaughn's asshole, with the seed that was still on the skunk's cock served as lubricant. Normally, with their size differences, it would have been hard to go very far in Vaughn's ass, however in this particular case, whether it was because of the two changing, or something else, Pepe's cock felt much larger in Vaughn. Once Pepe was in him, the two could feel their bodies build with more heat, and more lust.

Vaughn could now feel his testicles begin to swell and envelop his thighs. He could tell the changes were beginning physically, but he was too aroused to do anything about it. Normally, his ass and asshole would have been swallowed up easily too, yet it was left untouched by his growing testicles. His cock also stuck up high and firm, but his fingers melded into his hands. Even on the inside, his organs were simplifying. Living cocks had little need for kidneys or stomachs. Not that they couldn't eat, just that they didn't need to do so. Vaughn's toes also melded into his feet. He was lying on the bed though, so he didn't need to worry about any balancing issues.

Pepe's knees were also vanishing underneath the black furry testicles that grew bit by bit. His cock stuck with him though, just big enough to bring both Vaughn and Pepe pleasure. Already, he could feel his body want to orgasm, but he was unable to do so, as if something deep down blocked him off from another orgasm. His fingers turned into small nubs, while his pawed feet shrank into his legs. It made it a bit harder to thrust his cock back and forth into Vaughn's ass, but he found a way, love always did, after all. He could feel his body grow in sensitivity, and a salty drool leak from his lips. He immediately knew the taste on his lips to be seed, his own seed.

Vaughn's hands were next to vanish completely. His testicles continued to swell while connected to his legs, but his ass stayed free. From the crotch below, he was a lot more testicle than leg. He couldn't even bend his legs when the testicles swelled and swallowed up his kneecaps. His cock twitched a hint of more seed, before it finally also attached to his body. The scent of cum, and even the taste of it, grew strong only moments after it attached itself to Vaughn's body. Just as his arms shrank into his torso completely, seed came out of his mouth, his mouth which was still largely normal, but his body was not. He still kept his asshole that Pepe fucked happily, and Vaughn couldn't be happier with it. His entire body was filled with desire to fuck, and be fucked, and he was glad to do it with his lover. "M-morurrgle." He said, as cum escaped from his lips.

Pepe was all too happy to oblige with Vaughn's request. Pepe's hands vanished, and his balls continued to swell up and swallow the rest of his legs, but he humped and pumped away. His stubby arms held Vaughn as much as he could before they disappeared, and Pepe opened his mouth to speak, but seed sputtered out of his lips, and onto Vaughn's back, so much seed, that Pepe just couldn't speak anything properly. He was too aroused, and too filled with lust. He could feel his body pulse and throb while his bones melded in with his muscles, and his organs simplified.

Veins appeared over Vaughn as his eyes and nose shrank into his face, and his head grew a bit longer, while cock skin appeared from his neck downward. His body rounded out bit by bit into a huge cock, but his asshole stayed. Even when his legs were swallowed up by his testicles that were now as long as his legs were, and almost as big as Pepe was, he didn't care. He looked more and more like a cock. The bones from his body melted away into muscle, which would make moving just all the harder. His now boneless body became stiff and rigid from pleasure, but he didn't care about his changes, he was excited with his lover, and the closer he came to another orgasm, the closer he felt his entire body come closer towards it. His entire body shook and shuddered as pre leaked from his mouth. He could feel his entire being pulse with his heartbeat, one of the few remaining organs he had as a giant cock, if only to allow him to keep him alive. Many other parts inside of him had been simplified into the interior of that of one might see of a cock, combined with just enough organs to live, and muscle to twitch.

Pepe changed more and more into a black furry cock with a white stripe on top. His eyes vanished, his nose vanished, and his head took the shape of a cockhead of a human's, while his body looked more like the shaft. His normal cock pulled back bit by bit, but he could feel himself so close. His cock shrank down into a tiny nub, enough to pull out of Vaughn's ass, and immediately fused to Pepe. His tail looked as if it 'fell' into his body to become one single white stripe on his back. His odor lingered, but only because he was Pepe, it was something famous about him that he had to keep, no matter if he was a cock or not.

When Pepe's cock vanished, he rubbed his changing body against Vaughn's instead, the two's body as sensitive as the cocks they were becoming. More pre escaped from Pepe's mouth. "I...looorg...love...yourrgle..." he sputtered. Moments after Pepe spoke, he orgasmed. As he did, his face pointed upwards, his head expanded as round as his body did, and his body simplified with wave after wave of his seed. He had felt the need to orgasm for so long, that it was pent up, and he had a lot to give. The two huge testicles that were once his legs twitched as he came and transformed into a full-fledged cock.

"I love youhn...guh...urg...too." Vaughn said, just as he reached an orgasm only moments after Pepe did. His cock was already gone, and during his orgasm, he himself changed into a cock. Pulse after pulse of his own seed, he lost bit by bit of his humanity. The hair on his head fell off, as did what body hair he had. His body in the shape of a cylinder, while his head in the shape of a mushroom on top, with his 'lips' stuck in a permanent O shape. Unlike the rest of the Looney Tune characters, Vaughn looked more like a human cock compared to the rest of the cast, just the size of a human being.

The two changed completely into full grown cocks. Just like the rest of the Looney Tunes cast, both Pepe and Vaughn were now cocks, although they hadn't shrank, so they were still their normal sizes. Once their orgasms were finished, they throbbed and pulsed weakly as they laid together, both too tired to get up, but not wanting to leave each other's side. It mattered not what happened, they were together, and that's all they needed.

The next day...

A large white tent was set up a few miles away from the Six Flags theme park. The tent was marked 'Quarantine' with men in white hazmat outfits working outside, and inside the tent. The back part of the Six Flags theme park was closed off while the cleaning crew was hard at work cleaning up the various messes that were made inside many of the trailers, and the board room.

Inside the tent were eight cots of varying sizes, and eight different sized, and colored, cocks on each of them. Each cock human shaped, and each one lightly pulsed when he breathed through his 'O' shaped slit.

"Shtuck like thish for two weeks, unbelievable!" Daffy sputtered, a largely black cock with an orange tip. As he spoke, cum sputtered from his slit. Talking without sputtering any seed was a near impossibility, and what made it worse, talking made his body stiffen with arousal, which just made movement even harder than it already was. As he wasn't that aroused, his speech hadn't been impacted that much, though the occasional bubble could be heard after each word.

Each of them could still talk, smell, and all the things they could do before. They could see, although sight was difficult. It was odd, it looked as if they looked through a curtain in order to see. The color of that 'curtain' matched the color of their cock heads. Movement was possible, but only when they weren't aroused, and even then, they were limited to crawling like a worm. They had no bones inside of them either, not that being flattened or some variation of squished wasn't already possible, but without any bones in the way, they could flop about, a blessing, and a curse. They could also hear, unfortunately for most of them, as Daffy, like in the board meetings, did a lot of complaining.

In addition, their giant testicles also constantly produced seed. It wasn't just talking that made them spurt cum, but any sort of large emotion could also very much do the trick. It made for a very wet and slippery floor beneath them, with the entire quarantine area smelled strongly of that seed.

"At leasss...urn...at least I'm the biggesht." Daffy ended, on a proud note, even with a bit of delay in his speech as he sputtered seed. He flopped his largely black head onto the cot pillow proudly. His orange tipped O slit let out a small spurt of cum.

"Oh, look who's flashing their ego again." Bugs said aloud. As cum sputtered from the grayish furry cock, the huge balls twitched. "They already measured you. You're not the biggest, I'm the biggest. You're just the thickest. Thick headed, that is." Despite Bugs not having any face to show off his expression, his voice, though partially muffled by seed, still said it all. Bugs was a quick learner, and he had learned to talk fairly well, even when his slit was splattering seed. It was during a full blown orgasm that he could barely say a word.

"I say, that's my line! I call folks that. Thick...ack..." Foghorn called out, but he had to pause briefly as cum sputtered from his slit. Once finished, he continued. "Thick headed, that is." Foghorn was a largely white feathered cock with an orange tip beak. The sheer pleasure from talking alone made him cum a bit right onto Dawg whom was located right next to him. Not that Foghorn liked being next to Dawg, it was just simply where they put him when he was out from exhaustion, and he couldn't wriggle away to any other cots, especially when they were all taken. Moving around was hard enough, let alone climbing up onto another cot, and getting another character off of it. Whenever anyone wriggled on something, whether it was on the cot, or on the ground itself, their nerves took the sensations as pleasure, and they became aroused. When they were aroused and stiff, movement was impossible, and after an orgasm, it was tiring to keep moving. It was for that reason that they stayed in their cots.

"Watch where you're cumming!" Dawg called out, as he felt the rooster's seed hit his body. "It's your fault we're all in this mess anyways. If you...yourgle... if you hadn't changed me, then I wouldn't have changed the ouhnnnurgh others!" Dawg's emotions intensified how much seed came out of that slit. A single testicle raised up a bit, before it landed back down. How he wished that he could be moved away from Foghorn, but the people in the hazmat suits rarely came in the tent. They were mostly being monitored by cameras, and occasionally fed and given food. Watching a cock suck water up with a straw was definitely an odd sight to see.

"You're the one who gave me your ass to plohnnurg!" Foghorn retaliated to Dawg. His cock head turned directly towards him and, while Foghorn wasn't hard, a small burst of cum splattered onto Dawg. While he was certain that it was the lust that drove Dawg to offer his ass, it was still something he definitely wasn't going to let Dawg live down anytime soon.

Dawg would have grimaced if he could have. One could tell he was irritated just by looking at him, however. "Why yourgh...big sturg...stupid..." Dawg turned to Foghorn, and gave a huge burst of his own cum right back at him. Both anger, and a slight ability to control small burst of seed allowed him to shoot it at will.

Foghorn shook it off, literally, and the seed splattered all around him. He took a moment to calm down so he could speak clearer, just so he could tell Dawg. "I say, of course you know, this means war." Foghorn shot a burst of seed right back at Dawg. He became slightly rigid though, so his aim was off, and instead of Dawg, it hit Wile E.

Wile E, the very first of all of the transformations, 'looked' over at Foghorn. If he could have glared, he would have. Instead, he just laid back down, not to get involved with other toons too much, except Bugs on the rare occasion.

Dawg shot Foghorn with another burst of cum, and let out a chuckle. He was getting stiff too, but his aim was better.

Both Foghorn and Dawg exchanged cum shots, not for the sake of pleasure, but humiliation. It created a much larger mess in that tent.

While the two characters were fighting, Speedy spoke up. He wasn't worried about the pair, the two were often at each other's throats on a regular basis. Or in this case, the skin just below their cock heads. "I waseen't changed by senior Leghorn though." Speedy spoke, his brown body was that of an average sized cock. His cot was right next to Sylvester's, attached right next to it in fact, it didn't need support, just on Sylvester's cot. He wasn't entirely sure what had changed him actually, he didn't recall getting hit with any cum, unless of course he was just unaware about it. The only cock he saw before he had transformed into one himself though, was Wile E. It was something he was going to have to figure out later, when they were all back to normal. Speedy thought maybe the security cameras might have showed something he missed.

"No, but YOU changed mehug!" Sylvester called out to Speedy, his cock head spattered out seed as he spoke. Despite that he was a cock, he still wanted to eat that mouse. He wanted to stuff that mouse down the head of his cock that worked as his mouth, and stuff him down his tube to digest him into his balls. He tried to leap forward in a surprise attack, but all it did was wiggle that cot, and cause him to fall flat on the floor with a splat. A small spurt of cum spurt from his O slit as he hit the floor.

Speedy poked his 'head' down to Sylvester, and he couldn't help but let out a laugh. His body twitched rapidly as he laughed, and he was quick to stiffen, and orgasm himself.

"I'm the biggurshst!" Daffy shouted, a huge spurt of cum shot out of his mouth as he spoke, impeding his speech.

"Biggest idiot." Bugs commented.

"Gahurburburgggle!" Daffy let out a frustrated shout, only to be cut off from a large amount of cum that came from him. Orgasms often occurred from the various cocks when they had extreme emotions, and that very much included anger.

Wile E Coyote was silent. He held up a sign that said "Oh Brother", through his slit. How he managed to even hold up the sign as a cock was anyone's guess. He was a cartoon character, who did cartoon logic. He didn't have to worry about cum impacting his speech, just soaking his signs.

While the situation between the various other characters went on, Pepe shifted his cock head next to Vaughn's. The two were almost in their own world together as they laid side by side a good distance away from the rest of the cast, right behind a white curtain. Their two large testicles touched lightly, and it was hard to not feel aroused for either of them. Thankfully, they were free to be as hard as they wanted, for as long as they wanted. He gently rubbed up against that head of Vaughn's with his own. "Once this eez over, perhaps amour and moi can spend more of zee...alone time, no?" he spoke quietly, but no matter how quietly he spoke, seed splattered onto Vaughn. "My amour does look very...charmant as a cock."

Vaughn blushed, the redness showed on his cock head. "I'd like that..." he said quietly. He felt his body already so stiff, just from touching Pepe. He could tell Pepe was just as stiff. It made him wish he understood more about their transformation. If nothing else, they were told it was temporary and that they would eventually develop an immunity to it, but it would take a long time.

"What are zee thinking?" Pepe asked. His body stiff with arousal, his being pulsed strongly from his heartbeat. He could feel his entire being so close to another orgasm, not that he minded, and he knew that Vaughn certainly did not.

"Just...the time we're going to be together." Vaughn replied. He would have blushed if he were capable of doing such a thing. He could feel his body pulse and tense more. His balls twitched and shivered, and seed leaked out from his slit.

Cum leaked from Pepe's own slit too. He brushed himself up against Vaughn as he found speaking hard when he was leaking seed, and excessively too, almost as much as Vaughn.

Vaughn shuddered when he felt Pepe's body. His cock body was far more pleasurable now than before he was a shaft. He thought of their fun time together, and the many fun times they were going to have, especially after, and he couldn't help but orgasm heavily. Wave after wave of his seed spurted out from his slit, and onto the white curtain.

Pepe soon orgasmed after, and sprayed that curtain with his own seed. He moaned, though it was muffled heavily through his orgasm. When his orgasm was finished, he weakly pulsed seed lightly. Pepe couldn't help but chuckle when he was able to. "I love zee." He said, with the tip of his cock head tilted down, he gave Vaughn a kiss, at least, as best of a kiss as a cock could give.

"I love you too." Vaughn replied happily. Being stuck as cocks for some time wasn't the most pleasant of situations he could be in, but he had Pepe by his side, and that's the only thing that mattered.

As time passed, everyone was soon restored back to normal, and back on the job. While on stage they would act as if nothing happened, in the backroom, many relationships had altered. Bugs and Daffy were in a 'love-hate' relationship. Daffy didn't want to let Bugs live down how Bugs said he was top duck, but since Daffy had no proof, he just had his word, and no one believed him. He was infamous for lying, after all. Sylvester and Speedy's relationship didn't change that much. Sylvester tried to catch Speedy on a regular basis, but often failed. There was the rare time when Speedy was captured, but only because Speedy liked the feeling of the cat tongue on his body. Dawg and Foghorn were still as far apart as night and day on stage, and in front of everyone. During the night however, rumor was that Dawg went into Foghorn's trailer. It was difficult to tell what went on inside that trailer, but if one listened, they could hear the sound of a dog howling, and a rooster cawing at midnight. Vaughn and Pepe's relationship grew deeper quickly. While they were lovers, the time together in the cot just let them get more acquainted. In less than a month's time, they shared the same trailer, and no longer called each other just a lover, but as Pepe would phrase it, fiancés.